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Pumpkin Pie 
Peter 



BY 

MARIE IRISH 



PAINE PUBLISHING COMPANY 

DAYTON, OHIO 



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Pumpkin Pie 
Peter 



A Thanksgiving Play 
for Intermediate Grades 



BY 

MARIE IRISH 



PAINE PUBLISHING COMPANY 

DAYTON, OHIO 






CHARACTERS 
Mrs. Bass. 



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Mary, 

-n^ y her children. 

Peter, ( 

Edward, j 

Jane, the maid. 

Mk§. Bates, a neighbor. 

Jack, a neighbor. 

Uncle Sim. 

Weary, ) 
Hank, \ ^''^^^P^' 



TMP96-0J6423 

Copyright, 1921, by Paine Publishing Company 



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'CI.D 593!)2 DEC 16 1921 



Pumpkin Pie Peter 



Scene, the Bass home. 
Discovered, Mrs. Bass and the children. 

Mrs. Bass — Of course I am sorry T have to go away just 
at Thanksgiving time, but my mother needs me and T ougb.t 
to go. You will get along all right and things could be a 
lot worse. 

Peter — But we won't have a good dinner with you gone 
on Thanksgiving day. 

Mrs. Bass — You'll have enough. There is something to 
Thanksgiving besides eating — you can be thankful for 
your blessings. That is what Thanksgiving was started for. 

Edward — Yes, but the Pilgrims had an awful big feast 
with their Thanksgiving — it lasted for two days. I bet 
they got well filled up. 

Ida' — I think it's mean that gran'ma sent for you just at 
Thanksgiving time. What'd she get hurt for? 

Mrs. Bass — Ida Bass, do you spose your gran'ma fell 
an' broke her arm just for fun? 

Edward — She's got a queer idea of fun if she dM 
{giggles). 

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PUMPKIN PIE PETER. 

^Irs. Bass — Now you children stop fussing. Jane will see 
that vou get enough to eat. I want you to behave well 
while I'm gone and don't get into mischief and don't set 
fire to the house or get sick and don't be saucy to Jane. 
Remember all the things you have to be thankful for and 
I'll come home as soon as I can. 

Peter — Have you got something leaked up for our 
Thanksgiving dinner ? 

Mrs. Bass^^I made two pun'kin pies this morning. Jane 
will do the rest of the baking. 

Peter — I'm thankful the pun'kin pies are made — I sure 
do love 'em. 

Edward — Xo, you don't miss the rest of the feast if you 
have plenty of pun'kin pie. 

Mary {pointing finger) — Peter, Peter, pun'kin pic eater! 

Peter {dancing about) — Some folks like roast turkey, 
some for cranberies sigh, but gimme on Thanksgiving my 
fill of pun'kin pie ! 

Mrs. Bass — It is getting toward train time. We'll all 
get our things on and you can help me carry my satchels and 
bundles to the station. Let's move spry; I mustn't miss 
the train (all exeunt). 

Enter Jane 

Jane — This makes me good an' tired — her goin' off 
just at Thanksgivin' time an' leavin' me all the work to do 
(looks around in disgust, hands on hips). Land-sakes-a-me, 

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PUMPKIN PIE PETER. 

look at the dirt them boys tracked in {poi)its). Spose I got 
to sweep it up {goes out grumbling and returns with broom 
and dust tin). Taint no swell job, livin' with a pack of 
young ones that's alius makin' work {brushes up). Little 
I have to be thankful for {sighs and sits down dejectedly). 
Land-sakes-a-me, I wish I could go home for Thanksgivin' 
{pulls letter from pocket and looks it through). They're 
goin' to have Uncle Ezry's folks over an' there's goin' to 
be a big dance at night. Jerry Skaggs would be awful glad 
to see me {sighs). Land-sakes-a-me, I've a good notion 
to go! {rises). I — I — don't see why I can't {thinks). I 
can tell Mis' Bates to look after the children an' they'll 
be all right. I'll tell 'em I'm sick, 'cause I'm jes' awful 
homesick, an' Jerry Skaggs is the one that'll cure me of 
it {hunts around, finds pencil and a piece of paper; sits and 
laboriously n'rites a }wte). There, that'll tell 'em! They'll 
be mad, but land-sakes-a-me, they'll git along all right {pins 
paper to the zvall). Now. if I hurry I can git off 'fore the 
children git back, an' I'll have time to catch the afternoon 
stage. I'll see Uncle Ezry's folks an' go to the dance, an' 
see Jtrry an' land-sakes-a-me. that'll be somethin' like 
Thanksgivin'! {hurries out) . 

CURTAIN 



PUMPKIN PIE PETER. 

Scene II. — As before 
Enter Mary, Ida, Peter and Edivard 

Edward — Well, mother's gone and I spose it's up to us 
to get along the best we can without her, but the outlook 
isn't very bright. 

Mary — Oh, it won't be so bad ! Jane will do pretty well 
by us. 

Peter — Thank goodness we have the two pun'kin pies 
to look forward to. I can get away with one of them all 
right (laughs). 

Ida (pointing finger) — Peter, Peter, pun'kin eater, had a 
pie an' couldn't keep 'er ! 

Edward (sees note on wall) — Say, what's this? Well — 
good NIGHT ! (All crowd around it). Isn't that the limit? 

]\Iary— W'y, it's from Jane an* she's— GONE ! 

Ida — Gone home for Thanksgiving! 

Peter — Well, the mean slacker, the ol' piker — the — the — 

Edward — A nice Thanksgiving we'll have! (whistles 
"Home, Sweet Home''). 

Ida — This is the LIMIT ! (girls sit, boys stand dejectedly 
leaning against furniture, all the picture of despair). That 
HORRID Jane. 

Peter — We've still got the two pun'kin pies to cheer us. 

Edward — Be still! A big Thanksgiving dinner they'll 
make. 

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PUMPKIN PIE PETER. 

Mary — I feel like a grave}ard. Let's go over an' see 
Mrs. Bates. She'll cheer us up some an' tell us what to do. 

Ida — Yes, let's go over there (all exeunt, and ere heard 
talking off stage, voices growing fainter. There is a pause 
before the tramps knock. The knocks are repeated, each 
time louder). 

Enter tramps, very cautiously 

Weary — Don't seem to be like they's anybody to home. 

Hank — No, I guess you've guessed it right, Weary {they 
look about very cautiously). Where you suppose ev'ry- 
body's gone? Seems like they'd oughter be home gittin' 
ready fer Thanksgivin'. Gee, this makes me feel like restin' 
{sits in rocking chair). 

Weary — I'm too hungry to rest. You set there an' I'll 
peek around an' see if there's any grub on the ranch. Keep 
yer eyes open, now, fer if somebody walked in they might 
not jes' understand what we was doin' here. 

Hank — We could tell 'em we had come to spend Thanks- 
givin' with 'em. 

Weary — Wal, say, ol' timer, we don't look jes' perzactly 
like we was comp'ny. 

Hank — What? Don't you like the looks o' this new 
suit I got on? {shozvs off old clothes). Newest style from 
ol' New York. 

Weary — Say, tell that to the ladies. Wal, here's me fer 
the grub box {exit cautiously. Hank leans head back, shuts 
eyes, begins to snore). 

Enter Weary zvith pumpkin pie 



PUMPKIN PIE PETER. 

Weary — Oh, boy, ok joy! Where do we go from here? 
Wake up, Hank, an' turn your eyes loose on what I got here 
(Hank zuakes). 

Hank — Oh, yum-yum, dat reminds me of de pies my 
mother used to make. What's the matter with us havin' a 
reg'lar Thanksgivin' feast? 

Weary — Come on — they's another one out here for you. 
We'll take 'em an' make a getaway while the goin's good. 
A\^e'll git caught if we don't mozy 'long. 

Hank (rising) — Wal, we's sure got somethin' to be 
thankful for. Lead me to the mate o' that golden beauty 
yer holdin' an' it's all I ask (lie foil ours Weary off. There is 
a pause, tJien the children are heard off stage, one of the 
boys zvhistling ''We won't Go Home till Morning"). 

Enter Mary, Ida, Peter and Edzmrd 

Edward — WtW, here are the Thanksgiving orphans back 
home again, cheerful as caged bears an' twice as hungry. 

Mary — Come on, Ida, we'll get some supper. You set 
the table while I fry the potatoes. We can't starve just be- 
cause Jane ran off. (She goes off. A minute later she 
screams loudly). 

Enter Mary (runs on waving hands) 
Peter (jumping up) — What's the matter? 
Mary— Oh, oh, oh, OH! 
Edward — What's wrong? Tell us. 



PUMPKIN PIE PETER. 

Mary — Oh, they're gone — they're gone! 

Ida — What is gone? Mother and Jane? 

Mary — No, no, — the pun'kin pies. Somebody's took 
'em {Edward runs off). 

Ida — Oh, they're not gone! Who woukl take 'em? 
Eufcr Edzvard 

Edward — They're gone all right — somebody's been in the 
house. It shows where they've been hunting 'round. I bet 
it was tramps. We forgot to lock the doors when we went 
off. 

Peter — Oh, are the pun'kin pies gone? We won't have 
anything to eat an' nothing to be thankful for. I ask you, 
hungry people, with tear-drops in my eye, what is a Thanks- 
giving dinner without a pun'kin pie? (wipes eyes). 

Mary — Don't be foolish, Peter. It's awful to have some- 
body steal our pies. 

Ida — Ma's gone, Jane's gone, the pies are gone. What are 
we going to do? (Peter hurries from stage). 

Enter Jack (carrying a pumpkin pie) 

Jack — Hello, folks. I knocked but you were making so 
much noise you didn't hear me, so I walked in. My mother 
heard 'bout your mother having to go off an' so she sent you 
over this pun'kin pie for dinner tomorrow. She said maybe 
your mother didn't have time to bake any an' this might 
come in handy. She said maybe it aint quite so good as your 
mother makes but she guessed you could get away with it. 

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PUMPKIN PIE PETER. 

]\Iary — {unwraps pic and holds it up) — Oh, isn't this 
nice? We surely thank you for it, Jack, an' we need it 
'cause somebody stole both of ours. 

Jack — What? Stole your pun'kin pies? 

Edward — Yes, two of them, while we were gone this 
afternoon. I'll bet it was tramps. (Mary sets the pie on a 
chair while she smooths and folds the cloth that was over if. 
Then she lays the cloth on top of pie.) 

Enter Peter with an old gun 

Jack — Hold on, hold on, don't shoot. (He pretends to 
be very scared, backs up quickly, bumps against the cJmir, 
loses balance and sits down hard in the pumpkin pie. The 
girls scream.) 

Ida Oh, just see what you've done! The lovely pie! 

Mary {holding up smashed pie) — I guess you can take 
this home, Jack, an' tell your mother we don't care for it 
{all laugh). 

Jack — Well, you boob, what you got that gun for any- 
way? 

»Peter — T want to shoot the fellows that stole our pies. 

Jack — Huh, that ol' thing wouldn't kill a potato bug. I 
bet it aint been shot off in fi\'e years. 

Peter — IVe a good notion to try it on you for spoiling 
that dandy pie {he puts gun doivn and takes pie from Mary, 
gazing at it and pretending to cry). 

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PUMPKIN PIE PETER. 

Jack — Poor Peter pun'kin eater, he's got a pie but he 
can't eat 'er; Peter, Peter pun'kin eater, he cries 'cause his 
pie don't look no neater {all laugh but Peter zvho zvails out 
loud). 

Ida — ^'If we knew who took our pies we'd give 'em this 
one* too. 

Peter — Yes, they're welcome to it — T don't care 'bout 
pun'kin pies any more. 

Jack — Well, honest to goo'dnenss, I'm awful sorry I 
spoiled the pie. I'll go home an' see if ma won't gimme 
another one to bring over. You've got to have something 
to eat tomorrow or you can't be thankful. Peter pun'kin 
eater couldn't keep his wife, but this Peter can't keep his 
pie. Well, so long, I'll see what luck I have an' you'll hear 
from me later (eA'it). 

Edward — Now let me suggest that you girls get us some- 
thing to eat. I'm most starved. (A knock is heard. Ida 
goes over and admits Uncle Sim). 

Enter Uncle Sim (carries a basket) 

Uncle S. — Hello, hello. How's the orphans? We heard 
your mother had to go off for a trip an' Mis' Bates was 
tellin' us that Jane has skipped too. Pretty tough luck, eh? 
(laughs). So mother couldn't rest till she sent me over with 
a little somethin' for your Thanksgivin' dinner tomorrow. 
*'I guess those poor children has to have somethin' to eat 
so's they can be thankful," mother said ; so here I be an' 
here it is (hands basket to Mary). I guess you can manage 

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PUMPKIN PIE PETER. 

to eat it 'cause my wife's as good a cook as there is in the 
county, accordin' to my idee, an' I ought to know seein' as 
how I've been Hvin' on 'er cookin' for a good many years. 

Edward (zvith hand on stomach) — Oh, Uncle Sim, you've 
sure saved us from despair an' starvation. Mother left us 
two pun'kin pies an' Jane was to get the rest of our dinner, 
but she skipped, then some one stole our pies. 

Uncle Sim — Stole your pies? \Xa\, I snum ! Say, there 
was two tramps goin' 'long the country today — I'll bet they 
lifted 'em. 

Edward— Then a good fairy sent us a pie an' Jack sat 
down on it (Peter comes over zvith the pie and shows it to 
Uncle Sim). 

Uncle Sim (laughing heartily) — Wal, I snum — you sure 
are havin' hard luck. But cheer up — you've got somethin' 
good in the basket I brought (shakes finger). An' don'c 
you let nobody steal it or we won't give you any more. Now 
I mus' go — got to pail the cows. 

Edward — Thank you very much for vour kindness (exit 
Uncle S). 

Ida — What's in the basket? (They stand around and ex- 
amine it). Oh, how good it looks! 

Peter — Yum-yum, a pun'kin pie! Now right here is 
where I have a piece. If I wait till tomorrow maybe some- 
thing will happen to it (he gets a knife and cuts a piece of 
pie and begins to eat it). 

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PUMPKIN PIE PETER. 

Mary — I'm going to have some, too {each one cuts a 
piece and eats it. They make remarks about how good it is). 

Ida — Oh, dear, there isn't enough left for our Thanks- 
giving dinner. 

Peter — Never mind tomorrow. I'm giving thanks right 
now, for this. 

Enter Mrs. Bates (zmth a basket) 

Mrs. Bates — Where are you all? It's so still I thought 
no one was here. Well, no wonder you're still — all filling 
up on pun'kin pie. 

Mary — We have to eat it quick 'fore something happens 
to it. 

Edv^ard — Some one stole the pies mother baked us, then 
Jack sat down on that one {shows pie) so we're eating this 
to save it. 

Mrs. Bates {laughing) — I've heard 'bout squash pies 
but this one is sure squashed. Well, I do think you are hav- 
ing hard luck. That was a mean thing for Jane to skip 
off, but she was so homesick she didn't care whether school 
kept or not. Never mind, you'll get along all right. I've 
brought you something for your dinner tomorrow an' 
while 'I may not be as good a cook as your mother I'll wager 
this won't make you sick — 'less you eat too much of it {she 
sets basket on table). 

Mary — Oh, we do thank you. 

Edward — We'll surely have something to be thankful for 
tomorrow. 

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PUMPKIN PIE PETER. 

Peter — That is, we can be thankful if you have brought 
us a pun'kin pie — this one is most gone. 

Mrs. Bates (laughing) — You're a reg'lar pun'kin pie 
eater, aint you, Peter? Well, you'll find a pun'kin pie in 
my basket but I want you to save it for your dinner to- 
morrow. Now I must go home an' wash the dishes. Pve 
been keepin' house a good many years an' my dishes aint 
never washed themselves yet, Good-by. 

Ida — Thank you for helping us to be thankful on Thanks- 
giving day {exit Mrs. Bates). 

Edward — Tomorrow won't be so bad. We'll have 
enough to eat an' we can pop corn an' make some candy. 
(Peter takes the pie from Mrs. Bates' basket and holds it 
out in front of him.) 

Peter — Thanksgiving day brings joy to a fellow If he 
can have plenty of pun'kin pie yellow. 

Mary — Pun'kin pie Peter, he don't need to cry 'cause he's 
got a nice big pun'kin pie (they form in line hack of Peter 
zvho holds pie raised and all march around the room in a 
circle). 

All chant as they march: 

Ma's gone an' Jane's gone, but we shall not sigh ; 
Hurrah for Thanksgiving and a nice fat pun'kin pie. 

(exeunt). 

CURTAIN 



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cidedly humorous Christmas play for any number of children from six 
to twelve years old. The children are tired of "minding" and of 
everything being "just so," so they start to find a place where things 
will be different. There Is a pleasing surprise for the audience at every 
turn of the play. 25 cents. 

Paine Publishing G>mpany Dajrton, Ohio 



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